Thoughts on The Pink Institution

there is never a real end. leaves us swaying back and forth on the edge     cliff. 

post-modernism a     fragment      a creation of disunity     is     the    theme of PI 

little book [thoughts]   picture of a hanging pig 

compilation of poems, pictures, physical disarray of text

 lovely, what a lovely read about lives worse off than the less fortunate. 

they them who grow and multiply in their misery,

 miserable     in     their    wealth    they   are  but short stories  

Po-Mo poem on second story

Ring-ing

Bells are ringing

Memories    are riots. They roar.

He      dreams     white

Blow                        out                                        smoke

Jeans soaked stuck to shaky ankles

Can I ask a, never thought I, will you?

Drip

drip

drip         his form          pouring

Drip Drop Rain

Hello?                    Gonna be late.            Why?

Like a shadow, someone lingers behind that line

Doubt  chokesaroundhisthroat

Run   SPLASH     Run SPLASH   

Knockknockknock

I               do        not            do           I